Pain Society Poems

Sincerely You

Your color-bled cloth
Just rips at my stitches
I’m monotone; a moth
Calling out to you
With my heavy, little wishes
Fed a steady diet of tweed coat pockets
Bleached in forever stains
And tie dye kisses
In whole, I find a part of me
Your heart sorely misses

Amends for all the faint mistakes
Unearthed while I was bluffing
I perch upon your buttons now
Whispering sweet

It's a cold world new song version

It's a cold world

Intro and chorus

It's a cold world- it's a cold cold world
everywhere you turn, there's so much pain
You can pretend that it's all o.k
You can pretend that it's all o.k...

It's a cold world- such a cold cold world
everywhere you turn, there's so much pain
You can pretend that it's all o.k
that it's all o.k,

Amidst the pressure

Pressure in a crowded mind 
A test where rest is hard to find
The guilt that comes with procrastination ,
Leads me to kill my imagination .

“Be the best”, they say. But do they know
The pain I suffer each day I grow 
They see the grades, the smiles , the light
But do they see the fright I

A Tale of a Ballroom Dance, circa 1925

      His tie knotted tight at the collar
        pinches the neck, he’d love to holler

      Her corset pulled tighter than a drum 
        she’d like to scream, but can only hum

Look Alive --as you're dying inside--

I’ve no one to talk to and it’s bringing me down
Can’t be myself so I try on someone else
But the outfit never seems to fit
Too tight
Too suffocating
And I can’t breathe
Makes my waist look small and my chest look big
It's what everyone else wears
And I'm told to fit in
I hate it but- no one cares

We look

Do Miracles Still Exist

Don't ask anything that's so improbable...
if your faith is lacking a strong foundation,
if it has doubt in folks who had a conviction:
didn't they fight to accomplish the impossible?

My question is, " Do miracles exist? "
Whenever I turn to, I sense disbelief in all;
who is ill and abandoned by a pitiless society
asks the same question of

A Lil' Nip

Son, don't stand there with that cold stare and judge me
When I twist the cap and pour a glass and tilt my head gently

Just know that I'm in search of a little relief and peace of mind
Unfortunately, this world is a place where peace is sometimes hard to find

No excuses! But life has a peculiar

Flying Monkeys

How banal is heartbreak
yet the masses belly up to the bar
to imbibe the bitter brew by the gallon
fermented from the pounds of flesh
she's cut away with her pen 
that she keeps preserved 
in jars of formaldehyde

Drunk with disdain
her potion resurrecting their pain
her patrons grab the pitchforks
she keeps sharpened by the door
Silent she watches them stumble

The Shot

There is no possible way to tell anyone who is reading this, 
How much pain and suffering I have endured over the past three months with this. 
Two or three days and you should be fine and well, 
It's been 3 months my body feels like me and the devil was fighting in hell. 
Oh

Nowhere Man

He stumbles toward the neon light,
shoulders hunched, face out of sight.

It's not respect he seeks, but space
to rest awhile, just need a place.

"But don't get Jeeter's place, he's mean,
and Mary Sue ain't all that keen."

There's hieararachy out on the streets,
abandonment in all he meets.

His life is played from score to score;
it doesn't goad him anymore.

He

Brain On Fire

My Brain is on Fire
My Thoughts are blacken and cracked
My Soul is trapped in a mire 
My Body feels racked 

I am forever changed 
Am I forever lost?
 I am forever deranged
Am I knowing the true cost? 

Oh God, what is the plan 
Why could I have not been hit harder? 
Oh God, I do

Other Peoples Heartache

Other people’s heartache
by americus


Other people’s heartache.

It will greet you at your door with a solid expression, smiling and grieving at the same time
Other people’s heartache plays on your movie screen, happening before the sublime

But other people’s heartache also happens before your eyes, in the midst of reality you are being asked to shake hands with

Hardships of the Women

Likewise, he will not discredit her in the festivals
It was just a matter of breaking my heart, so all the common people will not do anything

Oh God, what a strange world of eunuchs you have created,
The woman who gave birth, man caste has raised her finger on her character.
Which account, which sin did I commit?
Why

Thought Stream

She has no face in the world,
Not even a mask to cover this
Scarlet letter riding her back--
How do you erase that sign
But by hiding in the corners
Of your mind,
Blind, deaf and dumb,
Climbing among the numb dead
Folks, who have no clout,
No doubts that they're fodder
For the massive heart attack
Society blends in pots
Of despair, dread and broken

The Fires

The fires that starts in the mountain slopes is a darkness of heat that floats your boat. The USA has seen many of these and the dramatic burns that fry’s the trees. The smoky air pollutes the sky as the fire fighters fight with their precious lives. It’s a dark Day here in America that

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